Total pages in book: 134
Estimated words: 132464 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 662(@200wpm)___ 530(@250wpm)___ 442(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 132464 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 662(@200wpm)___ 530(@250wpm)___ 442(@300wpm)
I take another swig of my drink.
Bridgette runs her hand up and down Kat’s arm. “Relax,” she coos. “Ssh, pussycat—just relax.” She strokes the full length of Kat’s thigh. “Take a deep breath.”
I smirk. This is so fucking awesome.
Kat takes a deep breath and her breasts visibly strain in her pink pushup bra.
Oh my God, I feel like my dick’s gonna explode, this is so fucking hot. Is this normal? Shouldn’t I be sweeping Kat into my arms and making love to her, showing her my new tattoo and saying the magic words? Because that’s exactly what I’m gonna do—I swear to God—right after this.
Bridgette leans in and whispers something into Kat’s ear, and Kat nods and whispers something back.
“Could you ladies speak up, please?” I say.
Both women turn their heads and look at me.
“I’d like to hear what you say to each other,” I say. “Please.”
Kat’s blue eyes are trained on me like lasers. “Your wish is my command,” she says, one side of her mouth hitching up. “Bridgette said she had a sex dream about me the night we first met.”
“I did,” Bridgette says. “It made me come in my sleep.”
My cock jolts.
“And what I said to Bridgette in reply was, ‘That makes me so wet, honey—my clit is throbbing.’”
My chest constricts. Jesus Christ. I gulp down the rest of my tequila and put the glass down on the table.
“Enough talking, pussycat,” Bridgette says. She leans in slowly and lays a soft, closed-mouth kiss on Kat’s lips.
“Hang on,” Kat says softly. She turns her head and gazes at me, clearly asking for permission to continue.
I nod. Fuck yeah, I do.
Kat’s eyes darken and burn. She turns her face toward Bridgette again. “I’m ready, baby.”
I can barely breathe.
Bridgette cups Kat’s face in her hands, leans in, and kisses her lips gently, and, much to my shock, Kat leans into Bridgette, slides her palm onto Bridgette’s smooth cheek, cupping her jawline, and shoots her glistening tongue straight into Bridgette’s gorgeous mouth.
Oh my fuck.
I quickly unzip the front of my pants and pull down my briefs, freeing my hard-on from its bondage, breathing like I’m on a fucking treadmill. Oh my fuck. Well, it’s official. Emma was right—I really am a sick fuck. I’m supposed to be at my new house right now, telling Kat I love her for the first time to the dulcet sounds of fucking Mozart, but instead, I’m watching the woman I love play tonsil-hockey with an almost-nude bisexual supermodel, my hand stroking my hard dick. Am I really this depraved? Well, apparently so, because I’m finding this hot as fuck.
The two women are kissing passionately now—and, from Kat’s body language, it’s clear to me she’s not pretending to be turned on. Holy fuck, she’s genuinely on fire. She’s so fucking sexy, it’s like she’s another species of woman altogether. I’ve never seen anything like her, paid or otherwise.
I grasp my shaft and work myself with more urgency. Every little arch of Kat’s back, every shudder of her tight little body, every soft lapping noise of her tongue and lips is making my cock jolt and throb in my hand. Oh, fuck, I love this woman. I thought I knew what love was with Emma, but I was an idiot. This is love. Right here. This. There’s no one else like Kat Morgan in the world. She’s perfect.
Kat reaches behind Bridgette’s back and unclasps her bra, and Bridgette’s bountiful breasts bounce free. Bridgette quickly finishes the job and tosses her bra off and then returns the favor, unclasping Kat’s bra and practically ripping it off her body.
Both women are topless now. Their nipples are erect, straining toward the other’s. They’re moaning softly, breathing hard—both of them obviously turned-on.
And so am I. Oh my fuck, so am I.
Bridgette stands and pulls off her undies, revealing her fully waxed pussy underneath, and even from here, I can see goose bumps rise up on Kat’s skin at the sight of her naked body.
Bridgette pulls Kat to standing, whispering something into her ear again. Motherfucker, I wanna tell Bridgette to speak the fuck up, but I couldn’t talk right now if the hotel were burning down around us.
The women are standing nose to nose. Breast to breast. Nipple to nipple. Bridgette leans forward and her nipples brush gently against Kat’s.
An involuntary groan escapes me. Oh, shit.
Bridgette kneels and begins pulling Kat’s G-string down slowly—kissing her hipbone as she does it.
My cock lurches. I can’t breathe. I feel dizzy.
As Kat’s panties reach her knees, she turns her head and looks straight at me, her eyes drunk with arousal, her chest rising and falling visibly. Her eyes drift down to my hand pumping up and down my hard shaft, and then back up to my face. She licks her lips. “Yes?” she asks, her breathing ragged.